I should note, however, that in spite of my grumpiness and glumness and insistence on staying in bed and being miserable, my husband is being something of a detox angel. He's not half so crazy and miserable as he usually is. He's miserable, but it's kind of quiet, and it's not mean at all.
I'm grateful.
What I could not do for myself.
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I’m still fuzzy on the details. I remember getting up the next morning and
talking to my sponsor and talking to my dad. I remember dad saying to find
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Stumble It!
